Chapter 3
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(Razor POV)
As Razer continues to drive downtown, he has the radio playing a lot of disturbing rock music with a big grin on his face. He is leaned back on the seat looking cool with his sunshades that he took from an agent's corpse, steering the steering wheel with one hand while the other is with his right arm laying hanging outside the window. Surviving both a missile and a fed attack, Bags of money still intact in the trunk, and now hopefully God willing a free ass SUV. Not just any SUV, a Cadillac fucking Escalade.
Razer has always been a total car nut in his childhood. Motorcycles included. Ok maybe he like almost all vehicles as long they are totally bad ass. Perhaps his love for cars started when his dad first took him to a NASCAR race as well as a Demolition derby challenge. Maybe this year, his dad can take him to this years Auto show and see all the sick ass cars in display. But for now, he has a job to do. He still needs to deliver all the piles of cash to the Metal scamps as ordered.
Eventually the SUV makes its way to what looks like a dealership that sells all brands of automobiles with a big tower in the middle with a sign that reads, Maximum Throttle. A dealership that is known to not only sell used cars but also offer custom car services to pimp up one's ride for the biggest motor head in the world like Razer. More importantly, it is owned and managed by his Dad, Max Throttle.
Razer enters the courtyard of the delarship where he drives to a garage entrance that leads to under the dealer to be meet by a pair of gangsters in orange.
"Where you think you're going? This is an employee's only area!" one of them questions sounding like a greaser.
"It's me guys!" Razer responds as he opens up his window to greet them with a big grin.
The expressions of the two gangsters switches from suspicion to unamused looks.
"Oh its you," one of the two gangster guards says with his arms crossed. "What ya do this time Razer?"
"Where you supposed to be robbing a bank?" The other questions with a raised brow. "And can you stop grinning like that, its creepin us out."
Razer breaks his grin turning his expression neutral. "Uh yeeeaah, It finished, the cash is back there."
Razer points with his tail for the gang guards to see. One of the guards inspects the cargo while the other ask, "What happened to your crew and the other van?"
"Well," Razer gets nervous a bit. "Weeeee ran into trouble with the feds and the homies got fucked along with the poor little van. But I manage to sweep up taking a stand like a man and blast those mother fuckers like a Rambo commando."
"You went nuts again did you?" the gangster guard guesses earning a goofy nod from Razer. With a face palm the guard replies, "I swear Razer, you and your dare devil antics…"
"Ah calm on man, there were throwing bullets at us! Must I mention they had an attack chopper and threw a missile right up our asses!?" Razer defends.
"Everything is good to go!" the other guard confirms.
With a sigh the guards takes out a walkie talkie and calls for the garage to open up only for Razer to drive in. The Forbidden garage opens up and Razer drives in.
As Razer drives in, one the guards say, "I swear to God that little demon looking boy is going to get himself killed one day."
"He has been like that ever since that day, you know?"
"You mean where we got screwed over by the boss's red bitch?"
(the three Imps POV)
During the ride under the SUV, the three imps notice they are in a tunnel of sorts. However, they picked up a few things about the supposed roque human-like imp. Back at the site, they assume he is a car nut just as Blitz is a horse nut. During that one stop they learn that his name is Razer and other things.
"Hearing from those guys, This Razer kid must be one crazy sturdy little bastard just like you Mills," Blitz whispers to Millie who gasps with beaming eyes in response.
"You think he might be of the Wrath ring like ma family?" Millie quietly beams.
"That does sound possible Milie, but did he not mention something about his dad?" Questions Moxxie.
"What about it?" Blitz adds in.
"I mean when he said, 'my dad and the metal scamps down', he speaks as if his father is-"
Moxxie gets interrupted by the motion of the SUV stopping. The three imps hear the car door open followed by footsteps of Razer coming out of the SUV. They peep their heads out to see there are inside a garage of sorts with lots of orange Cars pimped up. Then they watch Razer head towards a pair of double doors guarded by three gangsters of the Metal Scamps thanks to their uniform. The trio zip through one car to another until they are close enough to eavesdrop Razer and the guards.
"Back from another job well done boys!" Razer greets trying to approach cool.
"Pfft, for someone like you, I kinda excepted you to be dead by now," One Metal Scamp guard huffs with his arms crossed like the others.
"Nah, it was a total piece of cake," Razer boast.
"Ugh hugh," the middle Metal Scamp moans. "Well then boy, before we let you pass to see the boss, where is the bounty?"
"Its in the only black SUV of the Garage" Razer answers pointing with his thumb to the back.
With a pair of nods the Metal Scamp guards let Razer through into what looks like the elevator after telling him to go to the top floor. While the three guards make their way to the piles of money, the three imps crawl their way the elevator and press the button to go up than they enter after.
"Alright, I think I overheard the gang wankers say he is heading to the top floor" Blitz guesses as he presses the tenth-floor button. As the elevator heads up Moxxie has to ask.
"You know there might be a lot of guys up there, right? If so, I think we might need some disguises."
The elevator doors open to reveal what looks like a massive penthouse of sorts filled with a country style décor with some glamor being used as a gang hide out. Like many penthouses used as a crib, there is a big bar with a bartender, badass music playing more heavy metal, a gun smithy, and of course the gang members, the Metal Scamps themselves.
Like Razer and the guards, they all dress in themes related to bikers and greasers. Some are shown sharpening their knives, others at a gym area doing benches, those at the circle of sofas are enjoying the hot babes giving lap dances. The three imps at the elevator are pretty impressed.
"Holy moly! This place looks like a palace suited for the sin of Wrath himself!" Milie beams at the place.
"I got to say for a street gang, they do have a good theme to them," Moxxie adds.
"Enough getting boners over this crib porn. We got a roque imp to capture. Now where is this weird yet handsome red fucker," Blitz scans around until they see a trio of three Metal scamps, two men and one biker lady at the corner heading to an open door. Blitz gets an idea how to get by without exposer.
So, he leads the two other imps carefully to what looks like a private greenhouse for desert plants like Succulents, cactuses, desert roses, ETC. Eventually Blitz and the M and M come across the trio gazing at what looks like a giant Cactus with a lot of wonderful flowers blooming around it.
"The boss sure loves his desert plants," one of the Metal scamp bikers complements.
"Kinda gay for my part, bleh," the other metal scamp, a greaser insult.
"What so gay about having a passion for plants?" the female Metal scamp, the biker babe comments.
While the three gangsters talk about the nursery, Biltz, Moxxie, and Milie decided to jump and snap their necks or choke them to death. The idea, the imps decide to strip the bodies to wear them themselves. Blitz wears the greaser outfie resembling his casual going out duster. Except the shirt is Orange along with some golden chains. Moxxie wears the male bikers consisting of an Orange short sleeve t-shirt, denim jean vest, blue jeans, and an orange bandana. And Milie wears the biker chicks outfit consisting of short orange belly show shirt, black leather pants like her other attire, golden necklace, and the leather bike jacket along with a bandana as well. In a cartoony logical sense, the outfits somehow fit them along with Milie and Moxxie's bandana covering their horns. Blitz however is wearing a pompadour wig which is really hair ripped off from the greaser.
"Alright gang, lets find ourselves that runaway." Blitz proclaims as they get rid of the bodies by throwing them out the window.
(Razer's POV Few moments earlier)
Razer finds himself inside the elevator heading for the top floor, the main hideout of the Metal Scamps. It might be a simple car dealer from the outside. At the upper floors though, it is where all the high-ranking members of the Metal scamps come to live, gather, or get new jobs. The first two floors though are the dealership to distract potential witnesses.
The elevator comes to a stop and the doors open. Razer straightens his back looking cool and waltz right into the den of the scamps themselves. Proud to be a part of the most powerful yet bad ass gang in the entire city on the coast.
Razer walks in to be greeted by the luxurious penthouse with tons of country décor as the theme implies. With a grin Razer would try to greet each gangster of his gang. Many would just make a quick wave like an acquaintance, shrug him off, some new members would walk away from him in fear. That frustrates the hell out of Razer.
Razer has been trying to make new friends ever since the ones he used to remember. He has a reputation of being so reckless to the point he gets assigned crew members killed. Others are just not comfortable with him due to looking like a red monster from Biblical stories, a demon. Maybe they are doubting his loyalties due to with his old lady two years ago. None has tried to hurt him yet at least not wanting to upset the boss, his human dad. At least his dad is the only one who still cares for him. Yet he wishes to have new 'true' friends like the old times. 'I am getting really tired of this shit'.
Razer makes his way to the stair way with a gloom face. He climbs up and opens a pair of double doors where he is greeted by an office of sorts for a stereotypical crime boss. Standing by the desk, is the boss himself, Max Throttle.
Max is best described as a properly groomed Caucasian ginger around his thirties. He wears a nice black pleaded pants and cowboy boots. an orange dress shirt. a Black tie and leather vest. for jewelry, he has a golden watch around his writ. A golden necklace around his neck with a skull pendant. And a golden ring on his left hand. More importantly, he is Razer's human father. He must have been waiting for him.
Max turns around revealing to be smoking a cigar. he makes a stern glare at the sight of Razer. Razer gets a little nervous thinking he might be in trouble of somthing. Max walks up close to Razer until he is around two feet close. Out of nowhere, Max smiles and shouts, "Another job well done Boy!"
Max grabs Razer into an arm lock to rubs his head.
"Hey Im not four years old anymore," Razer laughs before his father gently lets him go. "But yeah, I finished the job easy as eating a fudi burger!"
"HAHAHAHA," Max laughs and guides Razer to the desk as a pair of gangster guards close the doors. "come have a seat kid, there is a lot i really want to speak with you with."
Razer sits on one of the three leather chairs placed in front looking very giddy. Excited what his father has to say.
"Well then, boy lets get to the chase," Max proclaims as he makes few stretches and sits on his massive chair designed for a king. "The boys just radioed me that all the cash you brought in were still intact. however, what happened to the crew who were with you? the Van?"
Razer's expression saddens. with a sigh he explains with exhaust in his voice, "Where do i start pops. After a good old guns blazing our way to the prize, the bank bitches just had to call the cops on us!"
"of course, they did," Max replies with an eye roll earning a raised brow from Razer. With a puff from his nose, Max explains, "Another thing i want to talk about is that it is no secret that the gang...are really...how do i call this...having trust issues with you."
"Gah this again, I swear dad no matter what i do for the gang, no body wants to be fwends with me," moans Razer making puppy eyes. the Guards near the door snicker at each other earning a quick glare from Max.
"Son, you have to understand, aside from your special looks the boys and gals are very sus with you ever since you know".
"Dont remind dad," Razer complains. "I am really getting tired of this shit being ignored all thanks to my old lady. For the love of God I am nothing like her!"
"I know son, but from what i have been hearing from the boys, they complain about you being reckless in your jobs. Not to mention they are getting afraid of pairing up a crew with you because of your rep of getting them killed" Max frowns, "And that aint helping your case of proving your not like your treacherous mother of yours."
"grrrrrrr," Razer growls with his arms crossed. Max reverts back to being sympathetic with a sigh.
"Despite what you are and what your mother has done, you are still my son and I love you always. Metal scamps forever, right?"
"Hell, yeah dad!" Razer perks up with pumping both his arms.
"Indeed boy! Oh, and also there is another job for you to do" Max says getting back into business sounding a bit uneasy.
"Another job?" Razer tilts his head like a curious owl.
"Yeah, you know the drug dealer we work with. You work with?"
"Oh, dear God don't tell me...she is asking for me again?" Razer moans with a shocked face. "I swear I was only doing my job! Grrr ok I saved her ass a couple times when things are doing downhill. I mean she's the client."
"Oh, i think there is more to that according to her. Whatever you did with her, she really likes you...a lot" Max shivers through his spine for an odd reason. "I still question how old she is and yet your Ficken 17 turning 18 soon."
"And she still wants my fricken dick! GAH!" Razer slams his head on his dad's desk in annoyance. "Since then everytime she has a mission with us, she is always wants drag me into it. to get close to me."
"And unfortunately she wont hire us for the job she wants unless you are a part of it. and we need jobs like this to get more cash." Max replies. "However, Razer, since your birthday is comming soon. If you pull this off, how about you and I go togther to that auto show you have been begging to go this weekend?"
"REALLY!" Razer beams. Max nods yes making Razer reply. "Than ill take it! even with that annoying crazy bitch!"
"Atta boy, but now to get you a crew to assit y- what the!?"
A pair of doors slam at the guards open revealing three tumbling imps as if they were trying to eavesdrop into the conversation. In response, Max, Razer, and the other guards draw thier guns pointed at the three imps.
"Who the FUCK are you and how dare you all trespass!" Max fumes. "You a spy for another gang?"
The three disguised Imps lift up their heads to see they are surrounded by angry gangsters with guns pointed at them.
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